Three Poems by Amalia Castillo-Morrison

 

Android Dreaming 

And upon her breast, the metal lies- 

Twisting, casting shadows of lilies  

Of nature and a God.  

 

The machine-god cries as the people sleep 

Signing hymnals of 

“Do you dream of me?”

 

The Last Words of Ed Wood 

His hands are burnt. 

His lips are painted cherry red, 

And the silver flows and flows. 

 

“It’s all the same,” 

He says; 

“Melting silver"

 

A Woman’s Touch 

There was a priest, draped in the robes of OUR LADY, MOTHER OF GOD.  He prostrated himself before the altar of OUR LORD. Holy light shone down upon him, and he was covered in bruises. Blue-black bloomed like roses. His robe slipped off his shoulders and I could see thorns prickle his skin, dots upon dots, dripping red.

“Don’t you see how much of a woman I am?” He said, and he kept kneeling, bathed in blood stained light. 

Amalia Castillo-Morrison is a student, living in Fairfax, Virginia. She loves spending time with her little sister and dog. Amalia frequently reads comic books and likes to go to the movies alone.